A Wolf left his lair one evening in fine spirits and an excellent appetite. Remember, you are upstream and I am downstream. Jupiter provided the prize. When they reached home the Man prepared two bowls of porridge. Yes, yes, answered the Stag confidently, the Wolf has promised to be my surety. So standing on tip-toes he flapped his wings and crowed lustily. Though it may be fun for you, it means death to us!
Those who try to deceive may expect to be paid in their own coin.